Hua Wuyou was finally satisfied. He nodded, raised his hand, a flash of red, and he disappeared, leaving only a voice from afar: "Be punctual for the banquet tonight."
This remark could be called extremely arrogant, and the faces of those from the orthodox sects were extremely displeased. The martial arts arena dispersed like this, and Liu Liu could only wait until night to leave Qinglian Mountain Villa.
With the portrait incident causing such a stir, the Emperor must have known about it. She had to rush back to the capital before them.
In a separate courtyard of Qinglian Mountain Villa, near a pavilion by the pond, the lights were brilliant, and young maids bustled about.
The banquet was ready. Liu Liu led Dai Mei, following behind the young maids into the pavilion. She met Cang Lang, who was wearing a silver mask, and they nodded to each other before entering the pavilion without further words.
Inside the pavilion sat the Alliance Leader Zhan Yun, his face somewhat displeased. However, upon seeing them enter, he looked up and smiled, ordering two people to sit down: "Come, I suppose that man won't dare to come. Sit down."
As soon as Zhan Yun finished speaking, a sarcastic laugh echoed in the night, followed by a cold snort: "Do I fear you, Zhan Yun?"
As the voice fell, Hua Wuyou's fiery red figure walked in from outside the pavilion. His alluring, vibrant red attire, surrounded by white gauze in the pavilion, was particularly piercing to the eye.
Compared to him, the people in the pavilion clearly lost some of their luster. However, seeing his arrogant laughter, the displeasure was evident in the eyes of the other three.
"Hua Wuyou, I didn't expect you to be so bold. Aren't you afraid I, the Alliance Leader, will harm you?" Zhan Yun's eyes narrowed with coldness, his dark eyes unfathomable.
"Afraid you'll harm me? Aren't you self-proclaimed righteous and orthodox? If you harm me, won't you be ridiculed by the world as a villain? You were invited here today by your wife in public. If something happens to Hua Wuyou today, it will definitely be related to Qinglian Mountain Villa. You won't be able to explain yourself with a thousand mouths."
Hua Wuyou's confident and cold words echoed in the pavilion. His eyes, reflecting the moonlight, were even more clear and cold, dark and unfathomable, while a wicked smile flickered at the corner of his lips, like a Shura in the dark night.
Liu Liu watched them bicker, growing anxious in her heart, as she had to leave Black Wind City tonight and couldn't afford any delay. Therefore, she clasped her fists and spoke coldly, "What exactly are you doing? If we're not eating, I shall take my leave."
"Qiye?" Hua Wuyou spoke softly. It seemed his information was quite accurate. Liu Liu maintained her composure, seeing him squint his eyes and examine her carefully. Had he recognized her? Fortunately, he soon spoke: "Why is it a sissy?"
"Hua Wuyou, it seems you are the type that deserves a beating. No wonder people want to beat you wherever you go." Liu Liu's stomach was hungry, and she ignored the others, sitting down at the dining table.
The table was filled with delicacies and delicacies. She ignored these people and beckoned Dai Mei to eat.
The other three men in the pavilion looked at each other, dumbfounded.
This was the wicked Qiye, who looked like a starving ghost reborn. The three of them sat down one after another, raising their cups and feasting.
During the meal, they did not forget to mock each other. Liu Liu quickly finished eating. She looked up and saw that the other three men, apart from drinking, had not even touched their chopsticks, staring at each other fiercely.
They say a mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, but here, three tigers were squeezed together. How could they not fight? She had better get away quickly. Liu Liu put down her chopsticks and stood up.
"Gentlemen, please continue drinking. I am a bit tired and will go back to rest."
Unfortunately, her wish was not granted. Hua Wuyou's long arm stretched out and grabbed her forcefully, coldly and wickedly commanding: "Sit down, you are not allowed to leave. Since you are all here to drink, why can't you drink?"
Liu Liu's face darkened, and she was about to resist. Cang Lang, who was sitting next to Hua Wuyou, quickly struck away his hand. On his silver-gray mask, a pair of eyes were like a thousand-year-old ice pool, cold and murderous: "Don't force me."
"Cang Lang, I didn't expect you to protect this Qiye. Aren't they said to be cold-blooded and heartless at Diancang Pavilion? Why does it seem otherwise?"
Hua Wuyou was displeased and looked at Cang Lang provocatively. He suddenly wanted to see what this fellow looked like. As soon as this thought arose, one hand, as fast as a ghost, reached out towards Cang Lang. Cang Lang was clearly prepared.
He moved his head to the side, counterattacked quickly, and the two of them actually started fighting in the pavilion. They were evenly matched, their skills extremely fierce, and every move was aimed at killing the opponent.
Liu Liu watched them leap into mid-air. The strong wind swept across, blowing away all the surrounding leaves. Leaves fell like rain, and in the midst of their flight, their figures attacked each other like shadows.
Liu Liu glanced at them, losing interest. It was common for two masters to fight hundreds of moves. Did she have to sit here and watch?
"Aren't you going to help Cang Lang? He's fighting for you?" Zhan Yun leaned over and spoke to Liu Liu. Liu Liu moved aside, looking at Zhan Yun with icy coldness. She knew very well what his intentions were.
He wanted them to both be injured, so he could reap the benefits.
"Save it. I didn't ask him to go out of his way." Liu Liu stood up and prepared to leave. Just as Zhan Yun was about to stop her, a steward-like person walked in from outside the pavilion and whispered something into his ear.
His expression flickered instantly. He clasped his hands and looked at Liu Liu: "Good, the楼主 is also tired. Please go back and rest."
He looked up. The two who were fighting in mid-air had long since disappeared. He couldn't bother with them anymore, as he had important matters to attend to.
Liu Liu and Dai Mei walked out of the separate courtyard and along the long corridor of the estate. A young maid led the way, escorting them to the entrance of the Plum Courtyard.
On the secluded, deserted path, Liu Liu looked up at the moonlit night, dotted with stars. Zhan Yun's expression from moments ago flashed in her mind. To make the dignified Martial Alliance Leader change his expression, there was probably only one person in this world.
It seemed he knew. She had to return to the capital immediately, or the Liu family would be in trouble.
"Dai Mei, he already knows. I need to leave here immediately and return to the capital. You and Duanmu stay and participate in the subsequent martial arts competitions. Remember not to force yourselves. Our goal is not to obtain the position of Alliance Leader, but to let the martial world remember Qixing Tower. Now that the goal has been achieved, you just need to wait for it to end. Also, if there are any situations, have Xiaobai send me a message."
Xiaobai was a carrier pigeon raised by Liu Liu. It was very intelligent. Because it was pure white, the楼主 named it Xiaobai.
Xiaobai was raised by the楼主, so as long as its scent was transferred to it from the楼主's belongings, it could unerringly deliver the letter to the楼主.
"Okay, you go back then. Be careful. Outside the East Courtyard gate, I've asked Aunt Zhi to prepare a carriage and send you back to the capital."
Dai Mei immediately nodded, a trace of anxiety flashing across her charming face. She was naturally afraid that something would happen to the楼主's family. The楼主 cherished her family the most and did not want any of them to be harmed, preferring to be harmed herself.
Liu Liu no longer spoke, merely cautioned her to be careful, and then leaped away from Qinglian Mountain Villa, speeding towards the East Courtyard gate. Indeed, there was a carriage waiting outside the East Courtyard gate.